Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Trails

Tied to a stake, purity fire
A from the Church,
to sin,
Alchemist to the
they above your head,
of witchcraft, for making metal
It's to burn,
on Earth, a second birth
An Age of pain.
Lapsing time, gazing on an age,
Of confusion no solutions,
Call on the for confessions of a witch,
A reign of with no tomorrow,
Informers twisting to inherit the estate,
Evil for a gain,
Bring on the and his tools of the trade,
The thumbscrew the truth.
Casting spells - chants
with possessed eyes,
action-witches brew
accuser lies,
On the stake to burn see the crowed reject your kind,
Down no repentance, excommunication is your prize.

[Lead:

Run down, low, aching muscles, tension full,
for death!
Broken bones, ripping flesh, become a bloody mess,
When will it
slow, felling pain, wondering "Why me?"
A nightmare!
Frustration, denomination,
it's to meet your maker.
UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS...The Churches plot, perverted, demented sacred
grounds,
UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS...Cathedrals on fear. the weak unwillingly give
lives.

[12 Garcia]
Gonzales]

Martyr no cause, submission to your fate,
The magic and the spells, nothing to gain,
The knowledge you obtained, torment claimed insane!

Garcia]

For and witchcraft now you pay in vain,
Your body pressing death,
Judgement made, but insane?
in the Bishop's den

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